God's Own Jukebox
Chris Wall
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I went to church today first time in a while
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And I did it in my own way, as best befits my style
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I put Ray Wylie Hubbard, on my CD player
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And as I played and sang along, it felt just like a prayer
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Lord I can't begin, to tell you where I been
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Somewhere just South I fear of some, mere mortal sin.
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God it's good to speak with you again.
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I heard God's own jukebox, in that roadhouse bar
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Like some honkytonk savior, preachin' old flat top guitar
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Neon 'stead of stainglass, barstools stead of pews.
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some old hardwood hymnal, and every word was true
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Lord I can't begin, to tell you where I been
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Somewhere just South I fear of some, mere mortal sin.
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God it's good to speak with you again.
SOLO break fiddle, guitar,
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I gave up on drinkin, but it never gave up on me.
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Then one day in the mirror you find, some guy you do not want to be
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Jesus ran with the rounders, and He hung with a honkytonk crowd
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They tell me He still loves me, but I'm certain He's not proud
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and Lord it's good to speak with you again.
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awe Lord it's good to speak with you again.